Running, Dripping, BANG!
Ghosts reflected in misted air,
Silence, no breathing.
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from Steph Ruff and writers in Poets and other communities.
You don't know who I am. You don't know who I am, the oceans I've traveled and the battles I've waged. You don't know what I've been through.
By Steph Ruffabout a year ago in Poets
Let the kids be kids, they opine from the podium... That'd be ideal if you weren't the ones molesting 'em. I had to learn pretty damn early that boys are incorrigible.
By CT Idlehouse6 days ago in Poets
The old American of fall's skin taught songs. But why does the steel not meet the sky... How do you sing Without taking time?
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P 3 days ago in Poets
I tried both. Only one of them gives me indigestion. “Hi, my name is Jess, and I don't hate Rupi Kaur's poetry. I mean, I don't like it...”
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P about 17 hours ago in BookClub
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.